Obsession: Dark Desires Season 2 Novels & Stories

Pretty lies instead of the ugly truth staring them in the face. Cole tilts his head, studying the painting again. Something shifts in his expression—curiosity mixed with something darker. "So what do you see?" My jaw flexes. Heat crawls up my spine just thinking about it. "Obsession," I say. "That sick, beautiful addiction where you'd rather suffocate than let go. They're smiling while the ropes cut deeper. That's not love—that's needing someone so fucking bad you don't care if it destroys you both."

"You mean, sir?" "Yes, obsession. Didn't we talk about that before? You also know that I was obsessed with imprisoning Amanda, and it has been realized." "So, you're asking about my opinion, sir?" Oriaga nodded. He sat on the sofa as Zayn stood in front of him. They were in the CEO's room. "Obsession is quite scary, sir. Because one can go against anything to realize one's obsession, it's different from a wish, but a strong desire at a pretty bad level."

Dakota POV I stand in the doorway of the bathroom, watching her wash my cum off her face. She turns me on in unreal ways. I want to own her body. I want to be deep inside her pussy. The thoughts I have of her are not typical. She is my obsession. She cleans her face and walks to me, standing in the doorway of her bathroom. “What do you want to do to me now, stud?” Tonya asks me. The thoughts that are going through my mind are wild and machinist. “I want to take you to your bedroom,” I say to her.

She raised my chin up when she saw I was about to coward in her presence “ And where is the fun in that, huh? Why do you think I was eager to kidnap your kids___?” I gazed into Deborah's eyes, staring deep in the depth of the demon she had become all because of her obsession for Michael. I never knew obsession was real but with Deborah, I could finally understand why it is treated as a mental disease. I shake my head, to rid myself of those thoughts as I raise my lips about to answer her questions when she stopped me from providing the answers herself

I walked to the casket of both my mother and Caramel, letting out all the words that I needed to let out. "Don't worry, everything will be fine." Someone said, patting my back from behind. I didn't bother to further know who the person was when I looked at the person but only nodded and moved away, returning to my seat. Justin, how could you?! I shook my head, still finding it difficult to believe that Justin could murder my loved ones just so he could have me. What sort of stupid obsession was this? Why couldn't he just let me be and let's go our separate ways?

I was always in control of my emotions, but now I felt like I was losing my grip. Suddenly, I felt an overwhelming urge to find the woman again. I stood up abruptly, and began to search for her around the club. But she was nowhere to be found. I felt a surge of disappointment and anger, and I found myself walking towards the window looking out for her. I found her in the dance floor, dancing with some unknown girl, laughing and smiling happily as her body moved to the rhythm of the music. Her smile was captivating, exposing her front row of teeth, and I felt the sudden urge to have it all to myself. My fist clenched, wishing I was the one dancing with her. The music suddenly changed to that

I gave him Blow jobs so many times but his skills were beyond my imagination. "Don't you get tired??" "Oh, I can't get tired Ever." "Don't you have any shame, Mr CEO, trying on your Secretary??" "My craving for my secretary is never-ending. And My late-night cravings are always you."

All of them circling back to the same damn thing—Kyle. What they didn’t know, what no one in this entire house knew, was that I had been on suppressants these past few days. Strong ones. That was the only reason I’d kept myself under control. Only the moon goddess knew how far I could’ve gone if I hadn’t dulled the edges of my rut. Because what I wanted wasn’t just sex. It was him. The Omega. Kyle. My stepson. The craving was unnatural, unbearable at times. And it pissed me off because I shouldn’t be this far gone. But no matter how many cold showers, midnight workouts, or pills I swallowed, the want didn’t go away. It only paused.

But that wasn't enough to stop me from desiring him. Not only had I failed countless times in everything I sought to make right, I was about to indulge in the worst kind of evil. I knew I'd be left with nothing less than disgust and self-loathing come morning. I knew I'd avoid mirrors so I wouldn't get to see my filth of a reflection during dawn but that wasn't enough to stop me from what I sought out to do. It was just too much, the overwhelming desire to be held within his broad arms. I moaned as I slipped my right hand into the joggers, cupping my pussy. I felt the sleekness in my folds, bringing out a gasp from me as I realized how wet I was.

West eyes rolled wide as fear for her life held her tight. Her throat tightened,it seems as if Erica was now better off than herself. Atleast Shawn was only a motherfucker and a waste but not a killer like her husband,Lincoln. And she has observed that All The people around Lincoln seems to be extraordinary people with a strange aura emitting from them. They seems unapproachable and Evil from their appearance. They all seems like......angels that fell from Heaven above. West suddenly lost her appetite as she climbed up the stairs to her room,while going,she wished and hope she doesn't meet the man.